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Strays 01
["Firestarter"] Flame Sorry mama, I
cannot show weakness Niggas walking round macho My thoughts on defense Paranoia make me talk slow Freezing on the
walk home Freezing when the
cops show heaters Go figure He gon' talk a
lot of beef but he will not-show I
can see it in his eyes Will weakening to pride Fear creeping in his mind He feel as if he gon' die And he might not be tripping A
stack of money and a
pistol make em' talk to me different But my mind set me apart from these niggas Words connect like apostrophes when I
drop 'em on top of these tempos Slick talk'll get me top at the
cribbo Tight Firestarter Motherfucking firestarter Firestarter Firestarter, flyer caught a
flame, sayonara Science, art, and pain Every field I
play in, I
demolish I'ma guard my heart 'til I
gain light Dark days became bright Part ways, from dark ways and found ways to gain sight Angel K9, stray nine bullets have grazed my hoodie on late nights I
read your eyes, you can't lie to me, you can't hide ["Firestarter" (over JAY-Z's "Dead Presidents" Instrumental)] Once dollars turn into cents, ain't no guarding my innocence I'ma walk with my syndicates, I'm the
heart of it No matter how hard this shit'll get, I'm hitting it harder My power unlimited, I'm showering in the
shit 9
infinite Anyone still doubting me's out of touch with reality I've got my balance, my lowest center of gravity You do a
whole lot of bragging, but never challenge me If I
didn't practice, I'd still be good at it naturally I've watch niggas get more than me doing less than me While nobody recording my shit or mixing me Sometimes I
get real lonely and that shit gets to me Because the
ones most important to me ain't listening But now niggas going diamond in the
bluff Angel dog, I'm a
diamond in the
'ruff' They gon' see how I
blind 'em when I'm cut All love, all Niners in the
cut To whoever it was that shot me back in 2014 I'm glad you got away, or else none of my boys would be free I
had to duck, running Blood running faster than me I
felt my trust numbing I
need to make some money or fuck sum' 'Fore I
blow my genius brains all over these streets Since I
already got my DNA all over these streets I'm tryna remain professional with nowhere to sleep But a
nigga'll say you greedy on the
day he ain't eat A
nigga'll try to test you the
day he ain't cheat And with that being said, I
think I'm done taking critiques You know from zone three to Brooklyn, much energy keep on looking Gotta shine through the
bullshit for niggas like me ["Give"] Give, give What would I
give? Give, give What would I
give? I
got battle scars like Simba You got dark agendas But it's not my bidness, carry on My chérie love the
pot My shit like cherry bombs My clique don't carry bombs To flip at every function Big scary monsters, flinch When Kenny come with clips Like Terrence Thornton House 9
and it is very haunted Big angel shit Repent and get anointed bitch All my boys done been raised by bullies And grazed by bullets In the
neighborhood where ... Gave out goodies Got paid in full, ate a
full, played out ovens While everybody who stayed in school ain't got money ["Keep It Real"] They gon' call me the
GOAT once I
end my time Once they show me the
ropes, I
just 6-1-9 'Cause I
can only cope if I
spit my lines I
know somebody would call, shawty hit my line Myself, I
keep my nose clean, don't even smoke weed My addiction is in between your knees In addition to getting the
most cream, from getting the
most streams And swimming in your streams Come get that pussy hit up in zone three Hit it at pro speed The
shit if you don't sleep A
fit if you want sleep It's finna get grown, squeezing in, fitting it slowly You finish before me Ken' in the
pot moving, similar most true but This shit'll go down more sinister roads if or when I'm provoked Pissed or sit in a
hole It's on, them boys living on limited hope Big Kenny from Heaven, I'm bitch nigga repelling A
pit ripping the
flesh, I'm in shit Skin him in seconds that's it Let 'em air out this shit Give 'em a
second, I
been in the
trenches with niggas with weapons You giving impressions, your gimmick depressing (was) feeling aggressive and didn't suppress it My mental affected from years of oppression And living in desolate images, niggas was hesitant Visiting death was as distant as relatives living right next to us ["Nightmare on Dill Street"] Locks in my face swing Locked in my daydream Thoughts in my brain think, sharp like I
can't sing Fuck dese niggas up when I
drop nigga, Tay Keith Fucked her in a
truck, parked subtle in da cut Y'all huddling fa what? Buddy lying to ya face see I
already know he won't slide cause he can't swing I
already know it's my time but you can let me know I
already won but you can tell 'em dat you let me bro Gotta stay professional, gotta pay me extra though Gotta bring some extra folks, got 'em staying extra close Fuckk dat being friendly, niggas done almost killed me Watch yo blood spilling, den you'll probably feel me... My dog was in da field When he talk I
hear pills speak When he talking dat grilled cheese He don't gotta convince me Had a
talk wit da lil me Told me go on a
kill streak, if niggas still sleep Den it's a
Nightmare on Dill Street (heheh) ["Exxon"] Wings Scraping the
demon off of my back, I
need him off me These niggas need to stop for a
snack, they leave the
Glock in my lap I
like the
feeling, I
don't even offer it back Oh you planned it out, I
see how it's panning out My confidence in you dumping if someone start acting out It's bringing my panic down I
wore your hand me downs, when they was your hand me downs (I) don't even like 'em but I
know rocking 'em make you proud My Saturdays got sadder the
day that they sat you down The
day that they let you out... I
knew you had changed Knew you was dueling with rage It's only so many things niggas can do with the
pain (Bruh) Shoulder to shoulder with real soldiers, drinking from pill sodas If your eyes still open, then I
know they peeled open I'm ready to steal wit ya if that bitch still open I
know you gon' pull it if that bitch real focused If that bitch real focused If that, if that [Junior M.A.F.I.A. "Get Money" Instrumental] I'm an OG The
OG OC D
so clean, no sleep Then weak, butt on fleek The
old 3, Kobe, a
zone three Good game, no cheat code, he could show me Backflipping in a
bad bitch's vaginal slit Pussy taste magical (chef's kiss) Smacking my lips Smash and I
dip to a
bag, crackers or chips Just to bag every bitch tagged in a
pic Grade A
pussy got me drowned in A
Boogie If you down to play hooky, I
can take that ass down today Everybody say I
should have died but shit, I
found a
way Every time they play my shit I'm bound to get a
lot of play Make room for who? It's a
lot of space in outer space I'm spacing out, they need a
lot of patience for what I'mma say I'mma take thumbing through some faces like they breaking out Over breaking down conversations in an office space That extendo'll make a
fake street nigga switch like Nintendo Niggas gon' blast shit, you at the
wrong address You must've typed in in wrong Your face card declined, you must have got the
pin wrong You must have got the
memo He ducking all of the
smoke, I'm headed for the
end zone, ay Get money, ay, ay Get money Who am I? Ay, big puppy Ay, ay, big, big Free!
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